The silver greatsword, accompanied by a piercing whistle as it tore through the air, slashed precisely at the target's back.
As Lu Ping was retreating, he suddenly braked, and with his right hand he reached back and grabbed the broad blade of the sword that gleamed with a cold light.
With the Three Corpses within his body operating at full power, his five senses and his perception of Cursed Energy had already been amplified to the limit, and he could not hide anything from the slightest movement behind him.
The sight of catching a blade with bare hands Mitarai Shizuru, leaving him momentarily speechless and deeply shaken.
This veteran Grade 1 Curse User went mad, pouring Cursed Energy into the greatsword relentlessly.
The longsword was pried and swayed left and right in Lu Ping's palm, which was filled with Cursed Energy, but it seemed to be rooted to the spot and did not move at all!
Lu Ping turned half his face to the side, his expression indifferent, and slowly spoke.
"So, you guys have always been this weak."
Seeing that even the combined might of two top-tier combatants couldn't defeat Lu Ping instantly, the withered old man beside him narrowed his eyes, knowing that if he didn't reveal his trump card today, he probably wouldn't be able to leave this opera house on his own.
He ripped off his tattered black robe, revealing a lean physique that was completely at odds with his gaunt face. With a flick of his right hand, a short-handled trident exuding an ancient aura fell into his palm.
That was a rare, top-grade Special Grade Cursed Tool— [Ford-Guardian Spear].
"I come from the Deep Sea Church, codename Gate Beast." The old man introduced himself and joined the battle.
Lu Ping glanced sideways as the elder, whose Cursed Energy fluctuations were the strongest among the three he had been wary of, made his move.
The old man aimed the spear tip at Lu Ping, who was not far away, and drew a circle in the air very slowly.
The power of the Special Grade Cursed Tool erupted instantly, and a vortex of Cursed Energy water several meters in diameter was forcibly generated at the tip of the spear, named [Whirlpool Ford].
A whirlpool is not simply formed by a flow of water; it also shatters and twists the surrounding space!
The red carpet and gravel on the theater floor turned to dust the moment they approached the vortex, swallowing up the dust in the air as well.
The old man suddenly swung his arm down, and a semi-transparent jet of water, compressed from distorted space, cleaved vertically down towards Lu Ping with tremendous force.
At the same time, Mitarai Shizuru demonstrated an extremely rich combat experience.
Seeing that he couldn't pull out the giant sword, he decisively dispelled the Cursed Technique. The solid silver sword in Lu Ping's palm shattered into countless thin threads of Cursed Energy, which slipped through his fingers.
The threads re-intertwined in mid-air, transforming in the blink of an eye into two standard knight's longswords, which were firmly gripped by the silver-armored man's left and right hands.
At this moment, the Cursed Energy within Mitarai Shizuru reached its peak, and the surface of the silver sword even gleamed with a cold light due to the excessive filling of Cursed Energy.
With his left hand, he thrust his sword straight at Lu Ping's heart, the tip gleaming coldly; with his right hand, he drew a straight silver line and slashed across Lu Ping's neck.
The twin swords attacked in quick succession, each strike deadly. They not only blocked the opponent's escape routes but also, in conjunction with the spatial torrent falling from above, aimed to pin Lu Ping to the spot.
"Excellent! As expected of the genius valued by the former patriarch of the Zenin, I underestimated you!"
On the other side, Miwa Seigen struggled to raise his right arm.
He looked at the numerous bruises and wounds exposed through his tattered sleeves, and his face turned pale.
The continuous accumulation of physical injuries has begun to seriously affect the overall circulation rate of his internal Cursed Energy.
He knew very well that, given the terrifying rate at which this second-year Jujutsu High student was growing, today might be the last time in his life he would have the chance to face him directly.
Miwa Seigen's eyes were completely crazed. He directly inscribed Binding Vow in the Cursed Technique, removing all restrictions from the remaining three Artificial Shikigami.
Those tall, burly bodies with stitched-up human skin on their faces began to emit a piercing sound of bones grinding together. Just like the puppets that had self-destructed in the street earlier, they completely abandoned their defense and launched a fierce and relentless attack on Lu Ping with a tragic momentum.
All the deadly moves and encirclements occurred within a mere few seconds.
The three sides continued to tighten their offensive, closing in on Lu Ping once again.
The torrent crashed down on Lu Ping, but instead of the expected blood and flesh flying everywhere, it created faint, dark ripples.
The spatial fluctuations that could shred steel bars were like a violent giant wave crashing into a hard reef that had been eroded for thousands of years. Accompanied by the sound of tearing cloth, it only tore the outer layer of his clothes.
The water crashed against Lu Ping, creating ripples like giant waves crashing against solid rocks. There were no real injuries, only tears in his clothes.
The two longswords struck the body's weak points, producing a metallic clanging sound!
A series of jet-black Snake Scales runes flashed across Lu Ping's exposed skin before disappearing beneath it.
Lu Ping glanced at his right sleeve, which had been torn to shreds by the spatial torrent, then reached up to smooth his wet black hair from his forehead, and suddenly a grin spread across his face.
"You shameless old folks, you actually called in another top- Grade 1 Sorcerer to gang up on me." He tilted his head, "To trick me, to ambush me, a Jujutsu High, Semi-Grade 1 Sorcerer?"
Despite the attack, he casually stretched his limbs and slowly channeled the massive amount of Cursed Energy that was almost overflowing from his body into the protective belt-shaped Cursed Tool on his legs, [The Rabbit Escape's Snow Fleece].
This speed-specialized Cursed Tool consumes a great deal of Cursed Energy, but with the near- Infinite Cursed Energy supply from the Three Corpses, consumption is the last thing Lu Ping needs to worry about.
As long as his physical body can withstand the load, he can even use that terrifying burst of initial speed as his basic, permanent movement speed.
Faced with such inhuman speed, among the three, perhaps only the old man who called himself the "Gate Beast" could barely keep up with his shadow.
What's more, he also has this.
Boom!
Lu Ping clenched his fist tightly, and a terrifying Cursed Energy erupted instantly, evaporating and dispersing all the remaining water on his body.
In a purely physical combat situation, the opponent, with their numerical advantage and experience, can indeed hold their own against him.
But.
"I never said I had no trump cards."
As the shadows converged, the Binding Vow force began to continuously transfer the mass of the objects in the Shadow Space onto Lu Ping's right hand!
Bang!
The Cursed Energy exploded, and Lu Ping was nowhere to be seen.
Without any warning, a fist suddenly appeared in front of Miwa Seigen's face.
The fist kept getting bigger.
The enhanced physical body under the state of Infinite Cursed Energy, Cursed Energy with the speed provided by the Cursed Tool and the boost from the Binding Vow, has pushed this attack to an inhuman level.
Miwa Seigen didn't have time to dodge or even think.
With a loud thud, his head exploded like a watermelon, turning into a cloud of Blood Mist.
A jet of blood and bone fragments sprayed out in a fan shape diagonally backward from the spot.
Due to its high speed, an arrow composed of a mixture of blood and bone fragments spread out in a fan shape towards the audience seats diagonally behind.
All that remained was a trail of scorching white air.
The air seemed to distort subtly under the intense heat.
The Artificial Shikigami was originally prepared for a suicide attack and self-destruction, lost its command and driving Cursed Energy after losing its master. It froze in place, like a puppet that had not been wound up, and no longer made any movements.
"The first one." Lu Ping slowly withdrew his fist, exhaled a breath of stale air, and said calmly.
"Damn it, this guy only targets the weak!"
Witnessing this scene, Mitarai Shizuru's eyes twitched violently, and he couldn't help but curse out loud.
His forward momentum came to an abrupt halt, his two swords crossed and held horizontally in front of his chest, adopting the most conservative defensive stance.
The silver threads on his body wove and overlapped frantically, forming a heavy shield half a meter thick in the blink of an eye.
The most experienced and knowledgeable of the Gate Beast, the "elder," reacted even faster.
He didn't even try to rescue Miwa Seigen; the [Ford-Guardian Spear] in his hand drew a straight wave in the air.
An invisible wall of water, formed from shattered space, instantly separated Lu Ping from himself. Simultaneously, he manipulated two streams of water to attack Lu Ping from both sides, shouting, "Don't panic! This kid has clearly entered some kind of extremely demanding enhanced state. Don't fight him head-on! He definitely can't maintain this for long!"
From the moment Lu Ping into the fray until now, when the two had exchanged several blows, only a dozen or so breaths had passed.